What was your family home like (where you were raised by your parents)?

A house on a very busy street with a big backyard and an alley behind it. it was light blue when we moved in but my dad had my brother paint it sea foam green. I would sit on the front steps and watch the traffic or wait for the mailman. I knew sometimes he brought samples and sometimes these samples were candy. I think that happened one time and I never forgot it, always waiting in hope for free candy. The house and a big dark green basement cement floor with bright orange stairs leading down. My brother would occasionally lock me down there and howl at me, just like a brother would. My dad worked as a body man out of the garage so it usually smelled a big like paint out there at least, and occasionally inside.